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Sunday, 30 September 2012

By Richard Scutari P.O.W.
In May of this year the Regional Director overruled U.S.P. Marion
staff's recommendation that I be transferred. This makes me the third
person since Marion became locked-down in the 1980's to go through the
program and not get transferred. I was informed by one of the staff that
it was a matter of timing (the Oklahoma bombing). Had my transfer
papers gone in a month earlier, I would have been transferred. Thus,
Providence has decreed that I remain in this hell-hole a bit longer.

My German ancestors had a saying that went something like this -- "None
lives through the night if the Norns so decree." Fate does play some
strange tricks on us. In the case of my transfer denial, fate dealt me a
pleasant surprise.

My oldest daughter recently moved to Indiana, a five hour drive from
here. On the weekend of July 2nd and 3rd, she, her husband and my three
grandchildren came to visit me. This was the first time I saw my
daughter since before my trek to the Northwest in 1984. My daughter was
barely 14 years old then. Now she is a grown woman with children of her
own. I was happy to see them, but there was pain there, also. I wanted
to crawl through the glass that separated us and hug them until they
cried to be let go.

I could never describe the pain of looking at my loved ones and not
being able to touch them. The parting on Sunday afternoon was hell, but
nothing compared to what I felt as I sat in my cell the next day with
tears running down my face as post-visit depression set in. I sat
looking at photos of my children and grandchildren contemplating on the
irony of having fought so hard for their future that I lost their
present. Then I broke out one of my most prized possessions -- my
collection of photos that mothers and fathers from all over the White
world have sent me of their children. Looking at these photos and those
of my family brought to mind a question I am often asked -- "Was it
worth it?" Was it worth it? What a ridiculous question. Nothing is worth
losing your family and rotting in prison. However, "Was it worth it?"
and "Would I do it all over again?" are two different things.

I truly believe that our culture and the survival of our Race are in
jeopardy. As a man who holds the virtues of honor, loyalty and duty as
the core of my soul, I was duty bound to do no less. In fact, I am
amazed that others have not picked up where we left off. The survival of
our Race is on the line. If it takes the imprisonment of one-third of
our men and the death of another third in order to win this war, then
that is a cheap price to pay. The alternative would be far worse.

Would it be worth it to those who die or suffer in prison? Hell no!!
But, it will be worth it to future generations of White children. That
is what this struggle is supposed to be all about. Those with a White
Soul understand this. Those without a White Soul make up excuses of why
they cannot or should not fight. 14 WORDS!